Third Generation Farm Boy

I need that sad eyed twink destroyed. Proship. Minors DNI.

[farfrombrokenbow]

cw: BDSM, spanking, D/s. pairing: Dennis Whitaker/(Ashley) Ogilvie

Ashley is seated on the bed to be eye level with Dennis, blushing darkly as she clamps her legs together.

“Did you tell Dr. Robinavitch that Myrna was just a ‘senile old woman that we should just put out’?”

She swallowed hard. Dennis used Robby’s full name. This was serious.

“What I said was—“

“Ah ah. It’s a yes or no question.”

She sat there for a long moment, hands clasped in her lap. Eventually, she answered quietly. "Yes, sir." Dennis gave a soft click of his tongue before sitting on the bed beside her. "That just won't do, will it?" He asked, tilting his head to the side. "You know I've talked to you before about being more understanding, haven't I?" Heat took over her cheeks as she swallowed before speaking again. "Yes, sir." "Alright, sweetheart. Well, let's get it over with, ok?" He said and gently guided her over his lap. Immediately, she was reaching back to cover her ass. "Dennis, please, I-I wasn't thinking!" She stuttered out to defend herself. "Clearly." He said as he easily guided her hands away from her bottom, pinning one at the small of her back. With his other hand, he pushed her skirt up to show off her pink panties with black polka dots. God, Dennis was a simple man because he loved those so much. He raised his hand and gave her ass a firm spank. Her body jolted from the impact, shuddering. This went on until she was breathing heavy, a few tears coursing down her cheeks -- just like he knew his girl needed.

"Are we finished?" Dennis asked, smoothing a hand over her panties -- the skin that he could see red from the spanking.

"Yes, sir." She sniffled.

"That's my girl." He cooed softly, moving to lay her out on the bed.

Dennis moved to wipe at her cheeks, smiling down at her. His hands expertly moved into the drawer beside the bed, pulling out the pink star stickers and planting a couple on her cheeks. This earned him a grin that made his chest warm.

"Does my girl need lotion?" He asked to which he got an eager nod. He chuckled softly. "Don't mind if I do."

She rolled over for him so he could push her skirt up again. This time, Dennis pulled those panties down her pretty legs so he could toss them to the floor. He got the vanilla lotion out, her favorite, and began to work it into the burning skin.

"That's it, such a good girl for me when you've learned your lesson." Dennis smirked, brushing a thumb over her hole. She quivered on the bed, knowing she was about to get an entirely different treat now.

[farfrombrokenbow]

trans fem!Ogilvie giggling and kicking her feet in Dennis' bed. soft dom!Whitaker smirking, putting on the full Huckleberry accent as he buries himself deep inside her from behind. "easy, girl, just gonna ride you for a bit." she nearly came on the spot.

[farfrombrokenbow]

Dennis should learn by now not to check his phone at work. At least, he should learn to wait until his back is to the wall. He nearly chokes when he checks the group text to see Jack has sent something. It's him, lounging on the couch. "First one home gets a nice treat." Dennis locked eyes with Robby standing on the other side of the nurses station.

[farfrombrokenbow]

how could Dennis not give his old men some grief when he found out they wear tighty whities? like c'mon, can you blame him? turns out they can and did. he wasn't giggling for long until he was pinned down and put in a pair of his own tighty whities. and if his ass was a little red under them, can you blame them?

[farfrombrokenbow]

Gimme bully top Dennis. I need him making Ogilive gag on it. I need him sitting on Langdon’s face.

[blueangelbby]

sub drop Dennis sub drop Dennis sub drop Dennis I beg you

He's supposed to say something when he feels like this.

That's the rule. That's a rule. He's supposed to let them know when he's too floaty, when something feels wrong. His body doesn't feel like his own right now. Not in the good way like it sometimes feels.

His body hurts. He's cold. This isn't the good, fuzzy, pleasure filled haze he gets. This is bad. This is worse.

Dennis likes his rules. He likes the parameters he's given. He likes how it keeps him grounded and still and anchored.

He's not anchored right now.

Jack is fucking into him deeply. It's normally the way that Dennis loves, filled and heavy, feeling Jack all the way up to his throat. But this is different. This time it doesn't feel like a good possessive claim. It hurts. It feels mean.

He squeezes his eyes shut and buries his head into the pillow below him. He just needs a few seconds to sit in it and then he can come back. He needs a few seconds away from his body, to disassociate, to not be in this bed, and then he can come back. Then it'll start to feel good again.

But someone's fingers thread through his curls and he's being lifted out of the pillow with a whimper.

"Ah-ah," Robby says in that tone that usually fills Dennis with a heat. "You're not allowed to hide from us, you know that."

He's not. He knows he's not, but he just needs a second-

Robby pulls again and he winces. It hurts.

The sound must not be appeasing to the man because in Dennis's blurry vision, he's finally face to face with one of his boyfriends for the first time in a minute.

"Dennis?"

He stares at Robby but he can't get his words out.

But they beat against his head, loud and painful - Fix it fix it fix it please fix it please help me

"Red. Red, fuck, Jack, stop-"

But Jack had already slid out of Dennis the second Robby had leaned down to check on him. Which doesn't help that chill he can feel. He's cold. He's cold and hollow. He needs to be filled, he needs to have something beyond this emptiness inside of him. He can't stop the whimper he lets out as a result.

"You're okay," Robby soothes immediately. "You're right here with us, baby. It's okay."

Jack scoops him up in his arms and settles him in between his body and Robby's. Dennis likes the pressure of their bodies, he always has, so it's something to settle him.

But he's still so cold and vacant. He can't feel anything, he can't feel his fingers, his toes. He's so empty it hurts.

"Dennis, baby," Jack says. "You're okay. We've got you."

"You did so good, Den. You're always so good for us."

"Always our good boy. You're so handsome, such a pretty boy. You're right where you need to be."

It takes him a while to come back up. To push through those icy waves and breathe normally. There’s still a weird ache in his chest but he can actually focus again. He can hear their breathing next to him and not just echoes of it.

"Sorry," he mumbles into Jack's chest. "I'm- we can start again. I'm fine."

Jack's grip tightens around his waist. "Absolutely not."

"But-"

"No," Robby says firmly. "We're done. You're done. No more tonight. All you have to do is let us take care of you."

He can do that, he thinks dizzily. He can lay in the bathtub, he can eat what they need him to, he can be good like that.

And they tell him he is. Over and over and over.

[noah-wyles]

happy national puppy day to you all

[farfrombrokenbow]

puppy play but it's just Robby putting peanut butter on his dick and letting Dennis lick it off

[farfrombrokenbow]

I know everyone wants to do the 'cute' Ethel Cain edits but have we considered Amber Waves set to Langdon? Is it not fun to feel so many other ways? Yet here I am empty, watching love of mine leave? I can't feel anything??? I feel it would go too hard

[supportingwomenswrongs]

McKay: *extending the olive branch that she's 9 years sober*

Langdon: .....I love you

[whitakers-intern]

my god langdon was so alone. mckay allowed him to look into his future. he could not believe his eyes.

[farfrombrokenbow]

y’know I think Dennis and Langdon would have a lot of switch fights. Dennis wrestles Langdon down and rides his face. Langdon won the bet on how many patients would they would get on shift — so now Dennis owes him the sloppiest head.

[farfrombrokenbow]

little Dennis is very grabby and handsy. often wants to hold hands in public but it’s only because he wants to and not because he’s little.

[farfrombrokenbow]

hmmmm ancient Greece but make it innocent farm boy Dennis brought into Athens and left with one of the doctors in town. obviously if Dennis is going to ever make it as a doctor, he must learn anatomy and so Robby/Jack must get real close and personal.

for teaching sake.

[iliyad]

three things can be true:

Langdon's behaviour towards Santos in s1 was inexcusable, and he owes her an apology which she is not obligated to accept

Santos needs to be able to conduct herself professionally when working alongside him in front of patients regardless

Garcia was out of line for the manner in which she reprimanded Santos publicly, though she was right to draw a line in the sand

[sylviaplathenthusiast]

[farfrombrokenbow]

Garcia needs to grow a backbone and straight up tell Trinity they are not going to be more than fuck buddies. Using her for sex, but knowing Trinity wants more, is... augh. Just end it and let Trinity find someone else that will give her the time of day.

[genyasglockk]

He always looks like he feels so guilty about every single thing he's ever done. The very act of breathing and taking up oxygen that someone else could be using makes him feel like the scum of the earth.

[farfrombrokenbow]

was never much of a Frank and Dennis shipper but as the season goes on, I'm getting there.

need both of them guilty about Frank being married but hey, they are only in it for the kids these days. He's never had sex with a guy, though, and Dennis is eager to prove guys suck dick better.

[farfrombrokenbow]

help I’ve been struck by the idea of Dennis as a sad alien boy stranded on Earth and it won’t stop